I sometimes wonder about my essence
When all I see is lit by flouresence
I sometimes wonder if I'm a rube
When all of my day is spent in a cube

I don't breathe much fresh air
I'm now losing my nice hair
My day begins awfully
If I don't drink lots of coffee

I sit at my desk and stare at my screen
And ask "Is this supposed to mean
That I'm helping society in some way
By writing requirements for lots of pay?"

I do not want to sound ungrateful
But this corporate life is making me hateful
Jealous of days when I worked outside
Picking rocks, mowing lawns, or atop the pool slide

But I still wake up early, I still hop on the bus
Dreaming of a day when I might be less useless
Until that day comes two things make me right
Consume caffeine in the a.m. and alcohol at night

All of this just proves to me more
That this isn't quite what I signed up for
So much time in school, so much money in tuition
To spend so much of my time thinking about attrition

So I'll keep on workin and hope for inspiration
Amidst my web-surfing and self-degradation
Until I find my dream job after winning the lottery
I dare you to try to get eight full hours out of me